Qiao Zhaonan sneered, eager for confrontation, "There's no need to be afraid, cousin. Think you can scare someone off with just a needle? Who do you think you are? You might as well go back and get a knife to see if you can beat me."
Qiao Yin remained calm, "Oh? are you that invincible? Not even afraid of knives?"
"Hmph, of course, I am. When I was younger, I was always great in fights, nobody could get the better of me and now I am even more formidable. If I break your ribs later on, don't cry!"
"Oh, well then don't cry when I hurt you with the needle."
"Ha ha ha! Go ahead and prick me, how much can a needle hurt? But if you really dare to, I will do more than break your ribs. You are too beautiful, I don't like how you look, I will add a few scars to your face!"